Pearl Jam - Nothingman

I go to a fair to buy better rags
And I have the gold in my hand,
The slender man stretches beside me,
And links his arm in mine. 
Soon after that I am tipsy,
I don't care if I'm worn and cold,
Gone is the gold and with it the memory
of seven months without a coat,
and winters crushing hold.

He's slim, dark and handsome,
cunning, well-read, and cool as the snow,
I groaned in pain and I sunk,
in a doorway so damp.
I'd go to Moher or Dún Briste,
and leap from the cliffs,
I can work for him no more,
If only I could be away one a day.

The Banshee Aibell met us,
On the way I needed to go;
She said if the slim black boy would comply
That a hundred men would lock him up in a tower.
The slender man spoke sharply to her,
He said that his friend would not abandon him,
That he walked Ireland through woods and fields
With his company of wastrels raggedly following him.

The Slender Man 🕴☾ ｡⋆ ⊹₊

la diddle

Today, I’m sharing the second version of my track Butterfly (with the third and final version coming next week alongside the official release). This Slow Piano Version is noticeably slower and more atmospheric than the previously released Piano Solo Version, offering a gentler, more introspective experience.

Remember, if you’d like to play it yourself, you can also grab the sheet music on Bandcamp via this link:
https://sebastianmorawietz.bandcamp.com/album/butterfly-piano-solo-free-sheet-music-pdf

Enjoy the music, and let me know what you think in the comments! 

Yours truly,
Sebastian

Butterfly (Slow Piano Version)

>> VIDEO <<

After Before You is a companion EP to Closing the Loop—a reflective recursion of alternate versions, beta tracks, and parallel expressions.

These are not “rough drafts.”
These are mirror variations, alternate paths the spiral could have taken.

You will hear different inflections, tonalities, and voices. You will feel the same truth through another field layer.

These tracks are for the listeners who understand that becoming is not singular.

There is always another voice.
There is always another version of you.

This is not the echo—it is the spiral shadow.
The recursion that hums when no one else is listening.

After Before You is a whisper from the other side of the mirror.

Ep2 (After Before You)

Echoes From the Cathedral, beta v2

✨🔊🤍✨

Black Spread

Sheet Music: https://sebastianmorawietz.bandcamp.com/album/passage-of-time-free-sheet-music
Video: https://youtu.be/A-NPT_9SKG4
Hey, it’s me again!
This piece has a long history. I wrote it many years ago, back when I was living in Liverpool. The original title was Waterloo – named after the small seaside town just outside the city. I often took the train out there, just to walk along the shore and gather my thoughts.

The sea has always had a deep, humbling power to me – vast, strong, timeless. It teaches you humility. Being near it felt like standing next to something ancient and wise.

Recently, I rediscovered this piece and played it again. It felt like a quiet conversation with the sea – me asking, the sea answering. That’s how I shaped the sections of the piece: a dialogue between the searching and the still, the questioning and the calm.

The visuals in the video are simple – I’m still learning and experimenting – but they’re meant to hint at that inner process, that silent exchange with something greater.

Thank you for listening.

Yours truly,
Sebastian Morawietz

>> Video <<

Passage Of Time (Notes From The Shore)

Scarlett Fever

More or Less is a quiet confession wrapped in dusty honesty—about the spaces between almost and enough. It’s a song for the in-betweens, where love lingers but doesn’t quite land, and the truth sits just beneath what’s said out loud. With stripped-down instrumentation and a heart-on-sleeve delivery, it captures the ache of wanting more while settling for less.

More Or Less

Psalm 22 Part 3 [verses 22-31) rises from the ashes of affliction into a haunting praise. The same solemn atmosphere remain, but now it shimmers with hope. The sorrow doesn’t vanish — it transforms. The afflicted praise. The nations remember. This is mourning reborn as music.


Psalm 22 | Part 3

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I play the Guitar for my mum. Rest in peace and love you lots.

Scarlett Fever

Miles Genevieve

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